This is a song about "Rats"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

These rats can fix my handicap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Trapping with the hood rats

Man it’s the killer tracks

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,